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I was a young girl in her mid twenties or so,
but in this dream, I was in spirit form, being shown a map.
It looked like the state of Florida, but it could have been further up the coast line,
To where the land juts out a bit.

Towards the bottom, an area of the map was being focused on,
And was being reported on by a weatherman.
Large dangerous storms were being predicted, and warnings were going out.
They were warning of extreme high winds and snow.
I was not sure however, if the warnings ever got out to those living there.

When the storm hit, it was unlike anything ever experienced by people before.

The cold was so extreme in some areas, that people were freezing to death.
They simply had never run into such extreme cold and snow.

The high winds also blew odd dust particles into every crack and crevice,
and blew into peoples homes, making it hard for people to breathe.

Some, in an effort to escape the suffocating particles,
Got into their cars, and turned on the heat to stay warm.
But sadly, they did not think to put a filter on the outside of the car’s air vents,
so the poisonous particles were blown up into the inside of the car anyways.

People were dying from breathing in those poisonous particles.
It was so sad to see, for if they had simply used a filter on the air vent of their car,
they would have been o.k..
And if they had wet down some bath towels and placed them around the window sills,
and over other places that leaked in any air, they too, would have survived.
It wasn’t like a gas that seeped in and killed you. These were large dust particles,
colored almost the same as snow,
(in fact they were mixed in with each other, making it hard to tell just what was what,)
that was poisonous to the lungs and the body if breathed in.

I wondered what kind of storm would cause such poison to rain down from the sky,
and I sensed that something had happened, outside of nature,
to have made such an odd storm. This was man made and not from God.

I was then spirited up and out of there, and I sensed I went back in time somewhat,
And was placed into a small secret room. I sensed that the room was underground.
I was then shown another map of the United States,
Similar in shape to what the weatherman had used earlier to report the coming storm.
In the same area as where the weatherman had predicted high winds, snow, and bitter cold.
A huge black marker had encircled the whole tip of the land.
But instead of the map claiming that bad weather would soon be on its way,
this map, I realized with sudden horror, was a map that was showing where bombs would be going off.
I glanced quickly to the whole map, and then seen one circle on the west coast,
and somewhere else more in the middle of the land,
Before I was suddenly transported back to where I had been before.
I sensed that there were to be five bombs, all scheduled to go off at the same time.

These bombs were similar to a nuclear bomb, in the way they went off,
and in the amount of land that was affected, but there were differences between them too.
When these went off, an incredibly bright and painful light premeated everything.
Many many miles away from where it went off, the light still penetrated everything.
It was not enough to simply close the eyes;
the brightness of the light easily went right through the eye lids.
There was no direction to shield yourself from the light, for it was everywhere at once.
The only way to protect yourself,
was to find something else of solid bulk to hold over your eyes.
Earth was the best, but not everyone had immediate access to that.
Others used a mattress, while others didn’t know what else to do,
so they simply covered their eyes with their hands.
(Sadly, this was not as effective by itself. Both hands and knees worked out better.)

The light went on for several moments, till it slowly began to fade.
(Though this fading may simply be the eye balls trying to recover from such a bright light.)
Then came the silence, and then finally the great winds. In these winds,
were the poisonous particles that were lethal to breathe in.
Then came the extreme cold and snow.

Surviving was doable, if one didn’t breathe in the particles,
succumb to the cold, or leave one’s eyes totally unprotected.

The problem with it all, is that as far as the general populace was concerned,
this was a new weapon that they had not heard of before.
They didn’t realize the importance of covering up the eyes, or in not breathing in the soot.
Those that figured they would be just fine, were not.
Those that panicked and lost all coherent thought, did not survive.

I was then transported back into the future.

I went to work, just like any other day, and then in the afternoon,
I sensed that this was the day for the bombs to go off.
I tried to warn the two other girls I was working with,
By bringing them down into the basement of the building,
(It was an office building,) and relaying to them what will happen next,
and how they could help protect their eyes from the destruction.

I could tell that they only half believed me,
But I didn’t worry too much about the other half.
I knew the destructive light would flash at any moment now,
and that they would end up believing me when it happened.
So I demonstrated how they must cover their eyes when it hits.
Moments later, the bombs go off, and the light obliterates all other doubt.
All three of us cover our eyes with the palms of our hands and then press our face into whatever was solid around us.

We survived the first part of the attack of light.

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I then woke up.

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“Because of You,

we are not afraid of sudden terror or destruction caused by the wicked, when it comes,

I found that I had a few hours to spend by myself,
So I wandered down to the ocean,
And found an inlet opening,
That was bound on either side by huge cliffs.

I was relieved and excited to find that I could see
No other person on the beach.
There were huge boulders sticking out of the sand,
That were taller than me, so I listened for the sound of another person beyond them, but could hear nothing.

I was alone.

I gave a great exchange of breath in relief,
Enjoying the salty tang of the air in my lungs.
I looked out before me,
And seen the vast view of water, sand, space, and sky.

I knew that the Lord was with me,
So I began to talk to Him, right out loud, as if He was right there beside me, just listening to me.

I told Him how thankful I was to Him,
For bringing me here to this place, and for loving me the way He does, despite my faults and sins. I thanked Him for my children, my husband, and the faith they hold in Him. I thanked Him for the shelter we have, and for the little jobs that were coming in, that was helping us to stay afloat. (My husband had been out of a steady job for the past year and a half or more, having been laid off at the end of his contract. But the Lord provides enough work to still help pay the bills.) I thanked Him for many things. For all that I had, and for all that I did not have. Mostly, I thanked Him for loving me anyways, and for talking to me.

Next, I began to share with him, my fears and concerns, asking Him if we should still remain where we’re living, or if we should move to wherever my husband might find his next work contract. But the Lord reminded me, that He had provided for us, and will still provide for us, and to not go chasing after the job, but to keep our eyes focused on Him. When the time came to move, He would let us know.

This reminded me, of the great earthquake, fire, tsunami, and flood, that has been prophesized by others to come upon the West coast. Even my own children have had dreams of this happening.

I looked out upon the now calm waters of the ocean,
And realized that one day this water would rise far above my head, and engulf the people of the bay area.

For a moment, fear hovered near by at such a thought,
But I realized that I was safe at this time, and that it would not happen while I was on the beach. So fear left me. But in its place, came a great sorrow, that filled me up, as I thought of those who would die, without ever knowing my God as their very best friend.

So my knees fell into the sand and dirt, and I began to pray in earnest to save the people of the bay area. I prayed that they would give up their god of money, stuff, power, and positions, and work instead to follow Him. I began to cry, tears overflowing my eyes so that I could hardly see. What will these people do, Lord, when they see the high waters come for them? Would they repent even then?
I prayed for them a little while longer, and then moved on to other more personal topics.

I then asked the Lord, to please continue to bless our family, and to keep holding us in His hands. I thought yet again, of all that He had done for us, and the joy that filled me, overflowed. I found myself wanting to break into song.

So I stood there, as the sun was just beginning to set,
And sang songs of praise to my God.
The songs caused me to break down in tears again at one point, crying tears of thanks and joy. But I would not stop.
I got back up to my feet, and began to walk around, as my voice rang out clear and true, echoing off the cliffs around me, and flowing out into the ocean.

I even sang songs that cast out satan,
That bound all the works of the devil,
And ended in giving all glory to Jesus.

Suddenly, from out of the corner of my eye,
I seen a flash of red movement, coming from up the beach a ways, behind me.

I stopped singing, realizing I was no longer alone. For a moment, I felt embarrassed, but figured it was a public place, and I knew that I had an o.k. voice, so at least listening to me sing would not have given them an earache.

I expected some kind of comment from the person,
(I really had been singing loudly, and they were not too far away,) but the person remained silent.

The person came closer to me, still managing to keep a good clear distance from me, and tried to leave the beach area,
By walking past me from behind, keeping as close to the cliff as they possibly could.

I could see now, that the person was wearing a full cape, that covered their head and body in the color of red blood.

Then another came from behind him, following the same path as the first. Their robes were trimmed in some kind of metallic braid, and the cape looked to be made of fine velvet. They refused to look at me, and kept their head averted from my direction, so I could not see their faces. They kept their hands in their bell shaped sleeves, like the monks of old would do, and slowly but methodically walked forward and up the inlet behind me without saying a word.

A third just like them followed their path, and then I realized, that more were coming from behind them. I began to count them as they passed me, one by one.

I heard a sound from the other side of the inlet, and turned to see more of the same kind of people, walking out of the inlet and off the beach. They were all dressed in the same blood red hooded velvet cloaks. They were too far away for me to see any of their faces, and they kept their faces downcast and averted like the others, so I could not tell if they were even male or female.

I then realized with a start, that these were practicing satanists of a higher order, and that I must have interrupted their time of spell casting and worshiping satan along the public beach.

One of them broke apart from their exit path, and came towards me, while the others continued to exit the area behind him, and behind me.

I could tell by the way this person walked, that it was a man and that he was the leader of this group.

His cloak parted as he walked towards me, revealing clothes that were black in color, with the imprint of a bleached white skeleton upon them. The face was also painted all black, with the skeleton form painted over his face in stark white. He was speaking something under his breath, but I could not hear it.

As he came towards me, I began to feel dizzy, so I cast out the demon of dizziness from me in Jesus name.

The man paused there at the opening, and raised his hand towards me like a stop sign.

I could see his hand was all gloved in black, but had the imprint once again, of a white skeleton hand covering over it.

The dizziness increased, so I began to speak in tongues from under my breath, hoping that this would remove the dizziness.

It did.

The man was still holding up his hand,
And as the last of his people filed out from behind me and him, he turned slightly, still facing me, and began to also walk out of the inlet. He walked completely out of the inlet backwards, not willing to turn his back to me for even a moment.

I was astounded and shocked, as I realized the truth.

HE WAS AFRAID OF ME!

Me! Little miss nobody from nowhere!
They were afraid of me!

This coven of satanic witches,
Thirteen robed figures in all,
were afraid of me!

It felt as if my heart leapt with joy, as I seen the leader’s skeleton face finally disappear among the inlet’s crevice.

My God is so big, that just the praises of one little believer has the power to chase away a coven of satanic witches!

I gave thanks to the Lord, for using me to disarm this coven. Then I began to sing again, a song of praise unto my Lord.

“…I will bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth” (Psalms 34:1).

“By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name” (Hebrews 13:15).

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.” (Psalm 23, KJV)

“And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them. And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and immediately all the doors were opened, and every one’s bands were loosed.”
(Acts 16:25-26, KJV)

“Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.”
(Psalm 8:2, KJV)

(See also 2 Chronicles 20)

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Update:
While working on this posting late one evening, I decided to do some quick research on the topic of satanists or witches using red robes during their ceremonies. (I didn’t think witches wore them too much, but I found that they could. Satanists sometimes do, but it is the illuminati that mostly uses the red robes that are trimmed in gold or silver embroidery. ) During this search, I was unaware that the pages I had opened on my computer, to do the research, were letting great satanic demons into our household. I sensed, during one of the page visits, to close the window, cast out those demons from that page, and to close the door that had opened by my visit, which I did. But apparently, I should have done this to every page I opened on that topic, for some of my children reported to me the following morning, that they had experienced demonic attacks (the attacks woke them up from a deep sleep,) and were being awakened almost every hour on the hour for the entire night by the satanic demons.